Nina, Pretty Ballerina lyrics

Every day in the morning, on her way to the office,

you can see her as she catches a train;

just a face among a million faces,

just another woman with no name,

not the girl you’d remember, but she’s still something special;

if you knew her I am sure you’d agree;

’cause I know she’s got a little secret –

friday evening she turns out to be…

Nina, pretty ballerina.

Now she is the queen of the dancing floor.

This is the moment she’s waited for.

Just like Cinderella. (Just like Cinderella)

Nina, pretty ballerina.

Who would ever think she could be this way?

This is the part that she likes to play;

but she knows the fun would go away

if she would play it every day.

So she’s back every morning to her work at the office,

and another week to live in a dream,

and another row of early mornings,

in an almost never-ending stream.

Doesn’t talk very often, kind of shy and uncertain,

everybody seems to think she’s a bore;

but they wouldn’t know her little secret,

what her Friday night would have in store.

Nina, pretty ballerina.

Now she is the queen of the dancing floor.

This is the moment she’s waited for.

Just like Cinderella. (Just like Cinderella)

Nina, pretty ballerina.

Who would ever think she could be this way?

This is the part that she likes to play;

she would like to play it every day.

Nina, pretty ballerina.

Now she is the queen of the dancing floor.

This is the moment she’s waited for.

Just like Cinderella. (Just like Cinderella)

Nina, pretty ballerina.

Who would ever think she could be this way?

This is the part that she likes to play…

• Artist:ABBA
• Album:Ring Ring (1973)